[C] By The Camp Fire

The boy whined again.

"What am I supposed to do until you wake up again?"

Apart from go clean up all the cans and bottles around and go hunt down something that could be cooked up for breakfast. Neither of those would take much time to do and then he'd be left alone with nothing to do.

He nuzzled closer to Cain, pouting.

"Go back to sleep, like a sane person."

He suggested as his arm wrapped around the boy's body, pulling him closer as he nuzzled back against him, pressing a sleepy kiss to his cheek.

When Cain was tired he really could be a lump, there was no way of getting him to move.

The Lycan whined and writhed in Cain's hold.

He could be much the same as Cain when he got tired, as could have been seen last night, but when he was awake, he was awake for the long haul.

"I cant," he whined softly, still writhing in Cain's hold.

Cain's eyes opened dully, the more Wolfgang whined the more awake he was becoming, he wasn't a fan of that, he desperately wanted to go back to sleep but he could feel his ability to do so slowly slipping away.

"For fuck sake."

He groaned as he sat up, he was awake, fuck.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at the boy, clearly displeased with the turn of events.

Wolfie gave a wide smile as Cain sat up.

He shuffled closer to nuzzle against Cain and leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Guten morgen," he sang.

He'd succeeded in his mission to wake Cain up.

Cain huffed softly, of course the boy was proud of himself and all too happy that he was still exhausted.

"If you weren't so adorable I would have drowned you by now."

He grumbled as he reached over blindly for his pants and pulled them on.

A soft chuckle sounded from the Prussian boy.

Cain would have drowned him? Well, that wasn't nice.

Wolfie crawled towards his bag, rooting through it until he pulled out a pair of jeans and his favourite jacket. He pulled them on quickly and turned back around to Cain.

He smiled brightly at his human.

Try as he might he couldn't stay mad at the boy for long, as such he grabbed his shirt and shoes before opening the tent and crawling out, running his hands through his hair until it fell neatly into place.

"Now what?"

He asked, looking down at the boy, he had been woken up early so Wolfgang better have a plan for what they were going to do.

The boy gave a sheepish little grin as he zipped the tent shut.

He didn't think he'd get past waking the human up. And he had thought Cain would try to shut him up with certain methods that would take up a lot of their time.

"Shall we go for a walk?"

"I may revert back to my plan of drowning you."

He grumbled as the boy grinned up at him, pulled out of bed at this hour to go for a walk, wonderful, just what he wanted.

Cain rolled his eyes slightly before taking the boy's hand and leading him away from the camp site, if they stood there bickering they would end up waking everyone.

"You wouldn't drown me."

Drowning him wouldn't be very fun.

The boy had an almost skip-like bounce in his step as the two moved away from the campsite.

"When everyone's up, we can go into town."

A small smile crept onto his face as Wolfgang skipped beside him, he was so energetic and happy, the effects were rubbing off on him.

Even if he had to endure being woken up at an ungodly hour or left frustrated and yearning in the middle of the night he would do it happily.

The two of them were travelling but Cain couldn't travel for ever, once his tour was over he would return home and he doubted that Wolfgang would follow him back to Australia, he would cherish his time with the boy while it lasted.

Wolfgang didn't really want to think about the inevitable. He didn't want to think about what would happen when the tour came to an end.

He couldn't stay with Cain. He knew that he couldn't.

There was the risk of Cain finding out about him. The risk of him accidentally biting him.

And Wolfgang was very specific about where he settled with and with who. He liked to have other Lycan around when he stayed somewhere for a while. If he went back to Australia with Cain and there weren't any packs around, what would he do then?

The Lycan shook his head and pulled Cain along.

"The forest is lovely in the morning."

"Yeah it is."

He replied as he gaze around, it was nice and quite, everything was still and the smell of dew lingered in the air.

"I've always been fond of forest areas."

He added, the beach and bush-land of his home were wonderful, but he like the dense foliage of the forest, the smell of damp earth.

"Me, too."

He'd always felt at home in the forest. He loved it here.

"There are so many around Europe and theyre all so pretty." He hadn't seen one forest in Europe that he didn't want to come back to at some point in time.

The Lycan jumped over a log in their path and smiled up at Cain.

He laughed softly as the boy jumped over the log and smiled at him.

"Such a little dork."

His smile spread as he grasped onto Wolfgang, pulling him up until the boy was perched on his back, wrapping his legs around his waist and he held him up.

Cain nuzzled back against the boy as he carried him through the forest, bouncing him as they went.

Wolfie nipped Cain's ear sharply when he was pulled up onto the human's back.

"I'mnotadork," he grumbled, cheeks flushing brightly. Wolfgang was from a time when dork meant something very very different than what it does today.

The Lycan bit into Cain's neck sharply, pressing down firmly on the many purple marks on his skin.

Cain hissed loudly as his neck was bitten sharply multiple times.

He had forgotten how damaged and sore the skin was, being bitten at the moment really wasn't pleasant at all.

"Cut it out."

He growled, smacking Wolfgang on the backside from his position on his back.

Wolfie gave a soft yelp when his backside was swatted.

"Well don't call me that," he whined softly, burying his hot face in the man's neck.

He was used to hearing that sort of vulgar talk from people, but not Cain. He hadn't expected it at all from the human. He was usually so sweet when talking to him.

"Don't call you what? A dork, what's wrong with being a dork?"

He replied, highly confused as to why the boy was so upset about it.

Cain had no idea that the word had once meant something entirely different.

The Lycan whined softly again.

Gods, this was ridiculously embarrassing.

It was obvious that the word had gone through some changes in recent language.

"Meanspenis," he murmured.